The Twin that Died - Part 1

Created by Cedu Kuru Qan

Tycha Sorrowforged was a whirlwind of death on the plains of Scarra. The city had vomited forth innumerable hordes of chaos sworn vermin and she reaped a high toll as she scythed through their ranks. Some way behind her she could hear the Mage Obdurate Aconite chanting out his spells and weird magics, using his powers to manipulate the air in a broad swathe across the front of Scarra, causing it to act like a lens, distorting the image of the armies before the city. The duardin who had sided with Aichmos and damned themselves, were deceived into firing their cannon far short of their true foes. And the curses of the vile minions of Khorne as they were driven to take cover from their allies' unceasing barrage was rather uplifting. Mage Aconite was having to pause occasionally for a good chuckle at the expense of his distant and misguided cousins.
Tycha was a Knight Zephyros and as such was used to relying on hunches and instincts, a hunter of the God-King’s enemies could ill afford to close themselves off from such intuition. As she slew the foes before her she became aware of a tickle, a niggling sensation that suggested she was close to prey. She slowed her slaughter and cast a piercing gaze around before settling on a one-eyed blood warrior, ferociously exhorting his comrades into battle. These wretches had taken a pounding from Scarra's cannon and seemed to have lost a lot of their ardour for battle, nothing unusual about him but then she noticed…Another of his companions lacked an eye, and another and the blood suddenly pounded in her head at the thought.
Garrev Gouge-Eye!
She paused to kill her way through a knot of blood reavers and then cast a look into the skies. Tel'Makhós Starward would not have wandered far. When he looked over at her, by chance or some inner prompting of their long-forged bonds of hunting together, he knew instantly why she sought his gaze. He grinned in awe, she had the scent, even here in the midst of so much Chaos, she had picked it out and once more they were on the trail of the Khornate lord who was responsible for killing both he and Tycha.
He called out to the Lord Veritant, Cynric Hewsoul and he gestured toward where Tycha cut her way forward through the one-eyed Khornite warriors. The Lord Veritant fought to follow, his fellow hunters clearing a path for him, as Tycha surged on ahead of them, like a bloodhound on the trail, she was unshakeable.
Then there he was, within her reach, but for the Khornate hordes between them. He was the source of her rage, the reason that she stood clad in Sigmarite and marched with the hosts of Azyr. Gouge-Eye!
She screamed his name and he somehow heard her above the roar of battle. She bulled her way through the intervening warriors now, too fixated to even bother killing them. “At last Gouge-Eye, you’re mine!”
Decimated by their own ally’s cannon fire and now targeted by a group of determined Stormcast, the morale of Gouge-Eye’s oft-beaten warband broke. They turned from the Mighty Lord of Khorne in droves, taking their fight to other parts of the battlefield, leaving him with just a small coterie of those who stayed loyal to him. He gave them not a second glance, his eyes fixed on the Knight Zephyros who charged towards him, and as she attacked in a fluid motion, he spun with unexpected speed for his size and caught her axe in his own. Locking them together their faces mere inches apart, he grinned and his rank breath left Tycha gagging.
“No Stormcast, YOU. ARE. MINE!”